mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 467 Ten Days Restoration in New York ([-])

Today's autumn and winter communication will not be cold.

Zhao Chuanxin has a good physique and is resistant to cold and heat.But he dressed exactly as the older generation taught him.

He is not afraid of old age, but he is afraid of getting old and not dying of disease.

Outside the car window, the mountains are full of crisp grass and trees, the wilderness is golden, and the setting sun is dazzling.

With the windows open, in addition to soot, you can also smell the aroma of wheat in the air.

Marcus Nkrumah happily sat on the leather sofa, bouncing up and down: "It's so comfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

Take out a pile of canned food and cold sandwiches and put them on the little table.

There are all white people around, only Zhao Chuanxin's table is mixed, and it is inevitable that he will be stared at.

Someone couldn't help muttering: "Anyone can sit in the first-class car?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "You say you are not angry, not only the first-class car, but also the front seat."

Discrimination against people of color did not end until World War II.

At that time, blacks who joined the army could only sit in the last row on the bus.

Helping to defend the country does not get the respect it deserves.

In fact, the virtues that black people developed later have a lot to do with history.

Many people don't understand what it's like to be discriminated against.

Think about it, for example, if you are poor, everyone will point at you when they look at you.

Enter a clothing store, and the clerk looks at you sideways: "Is this a place where poor ghosts come?"

What does that feel like?
I'm afraid I just want to work hard.

Racism is worse than that feeling, so don't take it lightly.

The white man was furious.

He just sat in the second row.

He shouted angrily: "Train conductor, conductor..."

The conductor arrived and asked in confusion, "Sir, what's the matter?"

The man pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and the others: "Why can they sit here?"

The conductor turned his head to look at Zhao Chuanxin, with a warm smile on his face: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything I can do for you?"

He has already received a warning from the platform that there is Zhao Chuanxin in the first-class car, so proceed carefully.

In the first-class compartment, only this table is Asian.

The conductors at this time were all men.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like male conductors, but only likes the smelly sister.

He waved his hand: "I need you to go to the side."

"Okay, I'll go now."

The white man: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin spread his hands: "Just say you are angry?"

"Fack." The white man was half dead.

But to no avail.

A large part of their sense of superiority and courage also comes from the fact that people of color in the United States are used to submissiveness, and all public places and public resources are tilted towards white people.

But once someone like Zhao Chuanxin appeared, he would have nothing to do.

Hands-on?

Hehe, except for that kid, he can't beat anyone at the table.

But what he didn't know was that the kid also had a Lugang M1907 pinned to his waist.

Ning An was thoughtful.

In the final analysis, it still depends on whose fist is bigger.

The gentleman said that the surname Zhou represented a real warrior, but even a real warrior would not dare to face the Far East Butcher.

Eating, drinking and drinking along the way, Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the "Old God Code" and let "I" hurry on.

Before dark, we arrived at Kurdex.

The white man got out of the car first, and ran out as soon as the door opened.

Not long after, he came with two white policemen aggressively.

The white man pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "That's them. The niggers dare to sit in the first-class car, and there are these yellow skins!"

The two policemen took out their batons and tapped on their palms: "Hey, stop."

Ning An kindly persuaded: "You should still do your own work and don't meddle in other people's business."

Amitabha, your temper is not very good, goodness is goodness.

A policeman sneered, "You're a bit of a fucking tyrant. I'll arrest you today and lock you up for two days. You'll be sensible in the future."

If you lock them in, you may be beaten lightly, and you may die inside.

Zhao Chuanxin drew his gun directly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

A policeman was shot in the head.

A policeman was shot in both shoulders and knee joints of both legs.Fatigue wailed on the ground on the spot.

The white man was terrified.

There were screams at the train station.

The white man was so frightened that his legs went weak and he forgot to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin closed his gun and hooked his hand at the white man: "I am a fair person. Since you are unarmed, you can fight him one-on-one. If you win, you can leave."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Ning An.

Ning An didn't dare to move when he saw the white man, so he frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and inhaled: "What the hell are you looking at me for? Don't you have long hands? On the battlefield, you wait for the enemy to shoot before you shoot?"

Ning An didn't dare to refute, clenched his fists and walked towards the white man.

Pang Cang punched, and the white man staggered back, with nosebleeds profusely.

He still didn't dare to fight back.

Ning An turned his head again.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "Forget it, you really can't support the wall with mud. Marcus, beat me up, as long as he can't beat you, you will beat you to death."

Marcus Nkrumah pursed his thick lips, very red, and his teeth were very white.

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp was numb: "Hurry up."

Just as Marcus Nkrumah was about to step forward, Ning An didn't dare to delay any longer. He rushed forward and hit the white man's Adam's apple with his empty fist.

The white man's eyes popped.

He couldn't help covering his neck with his hands, which made him very uncomfortable.

Ning An didn't hold back his hand this time, and landed another punch on the white man's abdomen.

The white man bent over in pain.

Ning An put his left hand against the white man's back shoulder, bent his right arm, and slammed down on the back of the white man's head violently.The white man rolled his eyes, and the pain was gone.

Ning An tested the breath of the fallen white man, and his frown relaxed.

And gas.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Continue until you are out of breath."

"..."

Ning An's scalp was numb, but he still raised his feet, once, twice, three times...

After stomping a few times, he didn't even need to try, because the white man couldn't even twitch.

Zhao Chuanxin saw four policemen coming after hearing the news, holding revolvers from afar, and shouting from behind the concrete pillar of the train station: "Hand over your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907: "Otherwise you will be paralyzed!"

chug chug...

Cement blocks flew, a policeman exposed his shoulders, and was shot immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward while shooting.

Holding the Lugang M1907 in his left hand, he shot the exposed policeman's chest and head with one shot each.

Ares M1907 empty magazine.

It disappeared from his hand in an instant, and he also held a Lugang M1907 in his right hand.

The policeman behind the concrete pillar was so frightened that he trembled and covered his ears with his hands.

A brave man heard the gunshots stop and stepped out. Before he could pull the trigger, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot.

The policeman immediately fell to the ground.

In terms of operation, Zhao Chuanxin is a man of all battles; in terms of rate of fire, the Colt runner in the hands of the police is far inferior to the Lugang M1907.

"We surrender, we surrender..."

The two surviving police officers shouted together.

Zhao Chuanxin walked around the concrete pillar, held guns in both hands, and shot at the thighs and shoulders of the two men respectively: "No matter which police station you belong to, go back and tell your people, whoever dares to discriminate in the future, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will open my mouth!" Killing, killing without mercy."

Ning An went to search for their runners and took them into his pocket.

A group of people swaggered out of the train station under the terrified gaze of the passengers hiding in the corner.

Zhao Chuanxin called two public carriages and drove towards Kurdex.

On the carriage, Zhao Chuanxin asked Benjamin Goldberg to help him fill the spent magazines.

Seeing the big apprentice gritted his teeth and pressed in hard, Zhao Chuanxin smiled happily.

Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Master, when will you teach me spells?"

"Wait until the end of 19 and see."

"..." Twelve years later, Benjamin Goldberg begged, "Just teach me some common spells."

Zhao Chuanxin sat slumped on the seat and patted the chair: "Spells are all deceitful. I always make you do things, and you will be annoyed. You recite mantras every day to let the gods do things for you, won't the gods be annoyed?"

"Master, you are lying."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's not that I can't teach you, but I need to wait for you to grow up, and then I will get you a magic weapon, and you will be a qualified mage. I will let you experience it now. You remember the spell..."

The spell is a mouthful because it's a prophecy in the world of the Codex of the Old Gods.

But Benjamin Goldberg is so gifted in languages ​​that he has even mastered the "dry rice language". He is still learning Chinese by himself, making rapid progress.

Immediately he memorized it, his eyes lit up: "But I read it, it doesn't work?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the enchanting lamp and handed it to him: "You try to read it again."

Benjamin Goldberg recited a spell, and a thick fog escaped from the ecstasy lamp, and the narrow compartment was full of water vapor, making it choking to breathe.

Benjamin Goldberg let out an "Ah" in fright: "Master, quickly stop the supernatural power."

Zhao Chuanxin only taught him to release the fog, but did not teach him how to direct and gather the fog.

He chanted a spell, and a miraculous scene appeared, and the surrounding mist got into the enchanting lamp at an extremely fast speed.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up.

To be honest, limited by the development of technology and materials on the earth, there are very few things that make him feel novel at this time.

He asked: "Master, what is this? Give me this magic weapon."

"Ecstasy Lamp." Zhao Chuanxin said, "When you grow up a bit, I'll give you another treasure."

In fact, it was because Mr. Zhao was reluctant to give it.

Disappointed, Benjamin Goldberg said in amazement again: "It's strange, I can clearly see that there is a thick fog, but I can see everything in the car clearly."

"That's because you are carrying the enchanting lamp, otherwise you would not be able to see." Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something.

In "me", he also placed a lantern flower.

He used the key to extract the lantern flower and gave it to his apprentice: "This is the most precious treasure of our teacher. I will give it to you first for the teacher. It likes warmth and chills. If you don't keep it properly, you will freeze to death in winter. I will teach you You spell..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave him the spell and how to use it.

Benjamin Goldberg experimented with it while the carriage was in motion.

The lantern flower is positioned, and then as the carriage turns, the direction of the lantern flower is always in the direction of positioning.

Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "Master, I recently read Frederick William Woolward's "History of Plant Survival" and "Plant Cultivation Guide". Why don't we cultivate a large area of ​​light Where are the flowers?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head: "Well, first of all, I don't know this knowledge. Second, to cultivate lantern flowers, some other training is needed, otherwise it can't understand spells. To be a teacher, you have to ask some people for advice. .”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know how the forest elves made the lantern flower.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at the lantern flower: "It is good, but Master, are you sure this is the treasure of the master?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't blushed and didn't blink: "Of course, I gave it to you for my teacher's pain. It's hard for my teacher..."

Benjamin Goldberg has one advantage, that is, he has a wrong idea, his eyes are a little dazed, and there is no sneakiness on his face. He suddenly said: "Master, if you lend me the enchanting lamp, don't you mean it can Extract the substance?"

"Ah this..."

"I'm just doing research, and I don't want yours."

"The key master has already sent out the treasure, and the inferior products such as the enchanting lamp should be reserved for the master's self-defense."

"I'll just borrow it for a few days."

"Think about it as a teacher..."

While the master and apprentice were talking, the carriage arrived at Kurdex.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted the curtain and found a familiar shop. He rang the bell to tell the driver to stop.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Chuanxin said: "You wait for me here, I will be back later."

Down the street, there's a J.C. Penney store.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his boss, John Peterman.

At the beginning, this guy was arrogant.

When John Peterman saw Zhao Chuanxin, he had a look of surprise on his face.

"It's you?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said, "How about the financial crisis, has it affected your shop?"

John Peterman's face darkened: "What does it matter to you?"

"Do you need a capital injection?"

"I……"

Historically, he did not attract investment, and he has been supporting it alone, but in the end he survived the difficulties.And the store has been operating into the 21st century.

But it is very difficult.

Now, several of his shops are out of stock.

　I have learned the trick of voting separately, my phone kept vibrating yesterday...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)